Bring Him To His Knees by musyc, a Dramione Audiobook

Thank you all for coming on their journey with us. Chapter 31  1 July, 2010 Hermione released Harry from the tight hug, laughing as he pushed his glasses back into place. "Thank you again," she said. "For being my man of honor. For being my friend. For...." She shook her head with a smile. "For being just Harry." "It's the least I could do for my best friend." Harry tugged loose the knot in his bow tie and let the ends dangle around his neck. "Still can't believe you talked Malfoy into letting the wedding be held at the Manor, though. All these peasants stomping around his garden and getting their germs on his ancestry." --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 30 Chapter Text Hermione lay across the bench, knees bent up, with her head on Draco's thigh. She let her hand dangle, brushing the warm grass, and squinted into the sun as Draco shifted. He reached for his shoulder again, and she cleared her throat pointedly. "Draco, for heaven's sake. Stop poking at it. You know what the surgeon said." "It itches," he grumbled. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 29 She hurt. From her face to her hands, to her abdomen and her thigh, everything hurt, but Draco had her. He'd come for her and she'd fought at his side and when she'd fallen he'd fought even harder. Too injured to get up, she'd lain on the floor and watched as something in Draco shattered. He spun and attacked. On the bridge after his mother's funeral, she'd watched him shadow-duelling in grief and heartbreak. He'd been dangerous then. Fighting Geoffrey, he was deadly. The silver mask had flowed over his face, blocking out his sharp features, taking away Draco and leaving darkness. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 28 He spun in black clouds and bright lightning, whirling in the space between here and there. The connection between the twin greyhound rings called to him, guiding him to Hermione. Her desperate scream filled his blood and his heartbeat screamed in triple-time with her. I'm coming. I love you. I'm coming. I'll find you. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 27 It would have taken her half an hour to walk to Harley Street from the Leaky Cauldron, but she'd thought that being out on the streets, even Muggle streets, was a bad idea under the circumstances. She'd decided to enter London through the pub, where she planned to flag down a black cab and be delivered to her doctor's office no more than ten minutes later, even with Friday's post-business hours traffic. She'd never thought for a moment that it wouldn't matter how long she was out or what street she was on. She stopped on the pavement outside her doctor's building as a gust of wind caught her hair and the flowing skirt of her dress. She turned to pull her hair out of her face, and— --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 26 Draco flicked his wand and attached a row of sketches to the top of the evidence wall. He'd spent the morning with the department artist, giving descriptions, and then spent most of the afternoon comparing the preliminary composites to his memory. He stepped back and folded his arms, wand tapping against his shoulder as he examined the seven sketches. All of them were men he had seen at the Thorned Rose on multiple occasions and all fit the general profile of the killer. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 25 Draco opened his eyes, the ceiling gradually coming into focus. His heart pounded against his ribs, in his temples, under his palm resting on his chest. Between his thighs, Hermione stirred. He heard her swallow and he lifted his head to see her wiping her thumb across her lips. "H'ne, tha—" He thumped his head into the pillows with a soft groan. He'd suggested that they have sex before going to the play rooms, to take the edge off and let them play longer, but she'd shoved him onto his back and announced she had a different idea. Before he could think, she had one hand on his cock and her hair swaying across his hips. For several minutes, he'd stopped thinking at all. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 24 Hermione slumped into the chair next to Harry's desk and kicked her shoes off. "Draco had the right idea," she announced to the ceiling. "Skip the Remembrance Day events. Go to Azkaban instead. Bet he had a better day." Harry took her hand, put a glass of Firewhiskey in it, and patted her shoulder. "You handled it well," he said, circling his desk to thump into his chair. He put his feet up on the desk and leaned back, groaning as he undid his tie. "You managed not to hex anyone, at least, so I'm counting that as a win." --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 23 Harry poked Draco in the shoulder. "Malfoy," he said. Draco took a long sip of his coffee, his attention on the evidence wall and the additions Cotterill and Choudhury had made to it while he was on compassionate leave. They had tracked the activities of all the previous victims, and laid out timelines and small movement maps for each. They'd done another round of interviews to see if any stories changed, rerun every report, and even badgered Townsend into walking them through a recreation of each autopsy. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc Chapter 22 Hermione woke as the mattress shifted, a weight behind her moving away. She cracked one eye open to see Draco getting out of bed and slipping across the room to push open a set of tall French doors onto a balcony. He stepped outside, the orange flare of fire glowing on his face as he lit a cigarette. He propped his hip against the stone railing, arms crossed. Smoke drifted gently away. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

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Chapter 20 Hermione stood outside the gate, staring down the long drive at the house. The front was dark, no lights showing at all, and the door was invisible through the fog. She scraped her teeth across her bottom lip, took a deep breath, and put her hand on the lock. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 19 Draco drummed his fingers on his knee, then forced himself to stillness. Across the waiting room, Harry lifted his brows. "All right, Malfoy?" "Not entirely. I still don't know why I needed to be in uniform for whatever this is," Draco said. He hooked his finger in the neck of his jacket and tugged it away from his throat. "It's uncomfortable." "This from a man who wears suits and ties every day of his life. I don't understand how that isn't uncomfortable. You have three-piece pyjamas, don't you?" --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

Chapter 18 He'd caught up on the reports filed over the weekend, had a half-dozen conversations about Tuesday feeling like Monday thanks to the wizard holiday the day before, and watched his trainees in a practice duel that left Cotterill with a bloody nose, Choudhury with a sprained finger, and both of them with huge smiles. He'd sent them home to recover for the afternoon and gone to the conference room to look over his evidence wall again. Harry strolled in an hour later and sprawled into a seat. "Don't tell anyone I'm here," he said, letting his head droop over the back of the chair. "I'll go mental if I have to have one more hallway chat about what I did over the long weekend." He scrubbed his fringe with a growl. "How's the case going? --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

ETL Echo presents Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc Chapter 17 Draco opened his eyes, blinking in strange light. The angle of the sun coming through the window was wrong for his bedroom and the feel of the pillowcase under his head was odd. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

ETL Echo presents Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc Chapter 16 Draco examined the bottles and carafes, considered the brandy, then glanced at the closed bedroom door and selected whiskey. The neck of the bottle rattled against his glass as he poured. When he set the bottle down, he flexed his fingers in an effort to ease the shake out of them. "For god's sake, man," he muttered to himself. "You weren't this nervous your first time." --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

ETL Echo presents Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc.  Chapter 15 The swirls of lightning rushed through her blood. Every nerve in her body felt as though it were burning, every cell aflame. Hermione clung to Draco in the black smoke of his Apparition and landed with her head pressed tight to his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.The swirls of lightning rushed through her blood. Every nerve in her body felt as though it were burning, every cell aflame. Hermione clung to Draco in the black smoke of his Apparition and landed with her head pressed tight to his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

ETL Echo presents Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc Chapter 14 Harry slumped over the conference table, glasses abandoned in front of him. "I'm going to quit my job," he whinged into a stack of leave requests. "I don't want to be Head Auror any more. Nobody told me when I took the position that it would be paperwork and meetings." --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

ETL Echo presents Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc Chapter 13 The kitchen was, unfortunately, not empty when Draco made his way downstairs after his shower. Harry was at the breakfast table, forehead down on the wood, one hand clenched around a still-steaming mug. The filled coffee pot sat waiting. Draco didn't even try to walk quietly across the kitchen. "Morning, Potter," he said, plucking a large mug off the rack hanging from under the top cabinet. His wand was resting next to the coffee pot and he slipped it into his back pocket with his cigarette case. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message

BHTHK updates are moving to every other week! The Reader has been on vocal rest. Thank you for understanding! ETL Echo presents Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc. Chapter 12 Pansy and Hermione had just sat down on a bench outside a shop in Diagon Alley when the silver stag burst into life in front of them. Antlers high, nostrils flared, it looked down at them. "Come home," it said in Harry's voice, taut with some emotion Hermione couldn't identify. "Come home now. He needs you." --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bhthk/message